The immense heavens have thunder.
Thunder to hurl aloud to speak and rant
Loudspeakers of the heavens immense.
The immense heavens press
The button of the thunderbolts
We feet the shock of each
Thunder bolt and the adrenaline is
aroused - as after all such arousal be
the oxygen and stimulus of Verse.
Then Thunder too strikes fear; we open our eyes
We open every ear.
At times we tremble.
But the heavens immense put us back on track.
And seeing this the heavens opening speak:
‘Thus, my children, thus'
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